i saw her, her sitting there
she is new face of crowd
doesn't know yet but work
is too much to slow down
enthusiastic is in wayside
she took out her cellphone
cross to cyberspace in second
spread her wings reaching to peak
hook up with other wingless fliers
now they're flaunting there new-found
nest to rest for many moons to come
while walls watching her lost in crowd
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